Gorgeous, glowing rays of light...This was what true beauty and goodness looked like-- a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.

“The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of t…”

“What you call love does not sound very beautiful. Think of the way we adore the…”

“Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.”

“You're in there somewhere." He tapped at her collarbone. "You'll pop out again …”